Romane von Inked Angel

I let out a shaky breath and my hips lifted involuntarily, seeking any kind of friction. Every part of me was focused on her, on the dark, on the promise in her voice. "Okay, baby." Her touch moved lower, her nails scraping lightly through the trail of hair leading down from my navel. I jerked under her and a groan tore from my throat. "Good," she murmured. Her hand was hovering so close to where I was painfully hard and throbbing. "Now… let’s see what happens when you really try to be still." She shifted on the bed and the mattress dipped as she reached for something I couldn’t see. The blindfold kept everything black, but I heard the faint rustle of feathers. My cock twitched in anticipation, already leaking against my stomach. I groaned when the tip of the feather traced the underside of my cock from the base to the tip. It felt like nothing and everything all at once. The soft edges dragged against my skin like a whisper, teasing every nerve ending without any pressure or war

Landon's POV The day had been a success so far. I’d gotten the phone and taken it straight to Jinx, who’d recovered most of the data without breaking a sweat. I sent everything over to my own phone, and Jinx walked me through a full factory reset on the phone so even if Kendra somehow tried to recover or transfer anything later, there’d be nothing left to find.I also confirmed the sex tape was still there but I hadn’t deleted it yet. Tomorrow I’d sit down and comb through every file, every message and every damn photo, hunting for more on the guy Matt swore was talking to her.I’d been running on fumes by the time I pulled up to the house and I was planning to crash the second my head hit the pillow. But when I found Kasey waiting for me, every exhausted cell in my body lit up like someone flipped a switch. I didn’t want to sleep. Not even close. Especially not after she’d promised me a reward. Just the word "reward" coming out of her mouth had me half-hard already. I was starving

Kasey’s POV It was already past midnight, and Landon and Tyler still weren’t back. Landon had called me earlier to say they would be late, but I never thought it would drag on like this. I remembered the way his voice had sounded on the phone, like he was holding something back. I hadn’t pushed him. If he didn’t want to explain, then there was a reason.Still… late, to me, meant maybe nine. Maybe ten. Not—I checked my phone again. 2:17 a.m.A cold knot of worry twisted in my stomach. Where the hell were they? Did something happen?I opened our chat again. Still nothing new from Landon. My thumb hovered over the call button. I was about to press it when I heard the front door open. I sat up fast and strained my ears. Part of me wanted to run straight out there and throw myself at him, but I held back. I needed to be sure it was them.I slid off the bed quietly and stood still, listening harder."…see you in the morning," Tyler’s voice carried faintly."Yeah," Landon replied. "Night."

Landon's POV"Do you think we should both go in, or will you go alone?" Tyler asked once he pulled up in the driveway. His hands were resting on the steering wheel and his fingers were tapping a slow rhythm against the leather.I didn’t answer right away. My eyes stayed on the front door, on the porch light that flickered like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to stay on or die out. That house used to feel solid. Safe. Mine. Now it just looked… wrong."Nah, I’ll go in alone," I said. "I don’t want to spook her. If I need you, I’ll just call or shoot you a text. Just keep the truck running."He nodded once. "Alright."I reached for the door handle, but before I pushed it open, he spoke again."Hey."I paused and looked back."Good luck, brother," he sai. Then a grin tugged at his lips. "Get that bitch."I gave him a short nod then I stepped out of the truck.My boots crunched on the gravel as I made my way up the walk. This was the house I’d moved into when I was eighteen, fresh off my

Tears pricked the backs of my eyes. I turned my face into his shoulder, breathing him in. "You’re going to be a great dad, Landon," I murmured. "The best one."His eyes dropped to my lips for just a second. I leaned in without thinking, drawn to him like always. He moved closer too and our foreheads almost touched. I could smell the faint cologne on his shirt and feel the steady beat of his heart under my hand when I rested it on his chest. My eyes started to close. His lips were so close I could almost taste the moment.Then the front door banged open again and Tyler’s voice cut through everything. "Landon, we gotta go. Kendra just showed up at the clubhouse. Jovi called. She’s there right now."Landon pulled back fast and let out a frustrated breath. "Duty calls," he whispered while squeezing my hand. "I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise."I nodded, still feeling the almost-kiss tingling on my lips. "Be careful. And come home to us.""Stay here with your girls. Don’t answer t

Kasey’s POV "The baby is Landon’s? Like, actually Landon’s? Not Darren’s at all?" Maeve exclaimed.Tess’s mouth dropped open right beside her. She stared at me like I had just told her the sky was green. I felt my cheeks heat up, but I had promised myself I would do this today. Last night Landon and I had talked for hours and one of the things we agreed on was that it was time to let our closest people know the truth. He would tell his side after we got the last blackmail piece from Kendra, then we would sit down and figure out how to talk to Darren about the divorce. No more hiding. So here I was finally saying it out loud to my best friends."I’m sorry," I said, setting my tea mug down so my hands wouldn’t shake. "I didn’t know how to tell you guys. It all happened so fast and I was scared. But last night Landon and I decided we’re done keeping secrets from the people we trust. So yeah… the baby is Landon’s. I’ve been carrying his child this whole time."Maeve blinked a couple time

The second our skin touched, it was like someone flipped a switch inside me. His hand was big, warm and a little rough from whatever he did in the garage after work. Heat shot straight up my arm and pooled low in my belly. My thighs pressed together under the table without me meaning to. I could feel my pulse between my legs... that slow, heavy throb that always started when I thought about him. Just his fingers wrapped around mine and I was already getting wet. My nipples tightened against my bra, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from squirming. God, I was so turned on. I wanted him to slide those fingers higher, under my skirt, push my panties aside and feel how soaked I was just from holding his hand. I wanted him to know I’d been touching myself thinking about that examination, imagining it was his cock instead of his fingers.Mom started praying. "Lord, we thank you for this food, for this family, for the blessings you’ve given us…"I couldn’t concentrate on a s

♧◇DAISY◇♧I had always hated family dinners. The second I stepped into that dining room, my whole body switched into fight or flight like some scared little animal. My dad would grunt about politics, my mom would pick at everything I did, and Harriet; perfect, golden Harriet, didn't even have to try. She just sat there, smiling softly, and somehow that was enough to earn their warmth, their pride and their praise. I sat at the same table, in the same house, but it always felt like I was the only one they couldn’t quite love.I used to force myself to show up anyway, because missing one meant more questions, more lectures and more of Mom’s disappointed sighs. But ever since Liam started coming around, I stopped hating the dinners quite so much. I started living for them.I’d sit across the table, smile like a good girl, and just watch him eat. Watch the way his jaw moved, the way his shirt stretched over his shoulders, the way he leaned in close to Harriet and whispered something that

◇LIAM◇It was already nine o'clock, and a full hour had passed since our planned virtual date. Harriet still hadn't called. I had rung her just before eight and she promised to call back, but here I was one hour later still waiting for her call. I didn't get why she kept pushing these video calls when she bailed half the time anyway.My stomach growled again and the sound echoed off the empty cabinets. I hadn’t eaten anything real since last night, just coffee and a protein bar at the clinic between patients. If I waited any longer I was going to start chewing on the damn counter.I grabbed my phone and dialed her again. It went straight to voicemail. Where the hell was she?I snatched the bag of food and headed back to the kitchen. The microwave hummed as I punched in a couple minutes to heat it up. Yeah, I was starving, that deep ache in my belly was telling me so. But there was another hunger gnawing at me too. It had been there on and off since I left the clinic. Since Daisy.Fiv

His fingers stayed buried inside me, sliding along my slick walls with that careful, clinical pressure. Every slow stroke felt like it was teasing my g-spot on purpose, even though I knew it wasn’t. My pussy clenched around him and sucked him deeper. A wave of heat flooded my belly and turned my blood to liquid, spreading out until my thighs were shaking uncontrollably in the stirrups. I could hear how wet I was by those soft, pathetic squelching sounds I was making every time he moved inside me. God, my cunt was absolutely dripping, soaking his glove until the musky scent of my own juice hung heavy in the air between us. I wanted to grind down hard and fuck myself senseless on his hand until I came right there on the table, but I forced my body to stay still. Outwardly, at least. Inside my head I was screaming for him to curl those fingers, rub harder, make me squirt all over his wrist like the desperate little slut I was turning into. "Any discomfort?" he asked quietly, like he w

I stood up straighter, shifting my weight to make my skirt hug my hips, giving him my best puppy-dog eyes.Come on, touch me. Feel how my cunt aches for you. Don't make me beg out loud.I looked up at him through my lashes, letting my lower lip quiver. I saw the conflict warring in his eyes. The rigid doctor versus the man who’d sat at our family dinner table for over three years. The man who’d once helped me with my calculus homework.He stared at me for a long, agonizing moment. His shoulders dropped a fraction. He let out a long, tired breath and pinched the bridge of his nose again."This is highly irregular, Daisy. You know that, right?""I know," I said softly. "But you’re the only one here right now and I’m already late for everything and I trust you more than some stranger anyway."Another sigh. He glanced at the clock, then back at me. "Fine. But this is strictly clinical. Understood?"I nodded fast, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning like an idiot."Strip do

"Daisy Anderson. I have an eleven-thirty with Dr. Liam Howard." I told the nurse who was at the reception. The nurse smiled. "He’s running on time. You can go right back. Exam room three."Fuck, yes.The walk down the hall felt endless. My heart hammered in my chest like it was trying to break free, and my palms were slick with sweat. I wiped them on my skirt, glancing around to make sure no one noticed how jittery I was. Nervous? Yeah, a little. What if he saw right through my little trick? Excited? God, yes. The thought of Liam's hands on me, even if it was just for some stupid school exam, made my thighs clench. I pictured his face; those sharp grey eyes widening in shock when he realized it was me spread out on his table. Would he get mad? Flush red? Or maybe, just maybe, he'd feel that spark too, the one I'd been hiding since the first time I saw him at family dinner, all tall and handsome in his button-up shirt.I imagined him freezing and his mouth opening like he wanted to

Raven's POVI never saw Dominic again. Not since that day, when I’d run from that room feeling like my skin was on fire.For the first week, I became a ghost in the club. I memorized his schedule, or what I thought was his schedule, and made damn sure I was anywhere but there. If he usually checked the stockroom at ten, I was serving drinks on the main floor at nine-fifty-five. If he took his lunch in the back office, I’d be on my break, hiding in the staff bathroom with my feet on the toilet seat so no one would see my shoes.I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time my pager buzzed, my heart tried to crawl out of my throat. This was it. He was calling me to his office to fire me. Or worse, drag me in there and make me look him in the eye while he told me exactly what kind of monster I was. I pictured it a hundred times; the cold stare, the way his jaw would lock, that low dangerous voice saying I’d crossed a line no one comes back from. Part of me almost wanted it. At le

Andrei shrugged, completely unbothered. That cocky grin was still in place. "I remember Bree because she's my favorite. The girl has got skills and she knows when to keep her mouth shut. And Pixie? I remember her because the dumb bitch tried to get into cahoots with your enemies. Nearly fucked you over with that information she was feeding them. I had to clean that mess up quietly, remember? So yeah, I keep tabs. It's my job, cousin. Your dick's business is my business when it threatens the empire." He said. I opened my mouth to tear into him again, but the soft click of heels interrupted. The flight attendant was back.Her blouse was still doing its best to contain her, and she’d unbuttoned one more button since the last time. It was subtle, but not subtle enough. She stopped beside my seat, leaning just enough that I caught the edge of black lace under white fabric."Gentlemen," she said. "We’re approximately thirty minutes from touchdown at Teterboro. The captain has turned on th

Dominic’s POVI lounged back in the wide leather seat of the Gulfstream and took a long swig of my drink. The steady hum of the engines drilled into my skull, reminding me of the fact that I was trapped thirty thousand feet in the air, away from the city’s grime and my own fucking thoughts. Andrei was sprawled in the seat beside me, already halfway through a glossy magazine featuring a spread on Italian supercars, a glass of whiskey balanced on his knee as he flipped the pages with lazy interest.We were somewhere over the Atlantic, headed back after handling some messy business in London, and instead of feeling relieved, a tight coil of anxiety kept winding in my chest. The closer we got to the city, the more my mind drifted to the club, and the less I wanted to walk back through those doors.The flight attendant appeared from the galley, with a tray balanced perfectly on one hand. Brunette,big tits straining against the tight white blouse of her uniform, and a pretty face painted j

I froze then smiled a little, thinking maybe he was teasing me. "What does it look like I’m doing, genius?" He shifted again, a shallow hitch catching in his chest before he could smooth it out. His fingers flexed where they rested at my lower back, the pads of them pressing in and easing off, like he wasn’t trying to move me at all, just checking that I was real. That he was real. "Why are you on top of me? Naked?" He asked. I blinked, still catching my breath, my hands resting on his chest. "What do you mean?" I murmured, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the chaos around us. But then he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, and his eyes dropped between us. I felt him tense and very muscle locked up at once. He propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at where we were still joined. His cock had gone soft inside me, but the sight of it, of his cum starting to leak out around the edges, made his whole body go rigid. "Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered. Befo

So why did my chest ache with a pain that had nothing to do with vengeance?The look on his face kept pulling at me. That raw, unguarded agony. It unsettled me in a way I didn’t understand and cracked something open where rage was supposed to live. I had spent so long imagining him as a monster that I wasn’t prepared for this... this broken, human version of him.And I hated it.Because all I wanted in that moment was to make it go away. To wipe that look from his face and replace it with the cold, intimidating mask I knew. The one that made him easy to hate. Easy to destroy.This version? This one made my chest hurt.I didn’t know how to comfort men. That had never been my role.What I knew was how to undo them; how to unravel them with pleasure or end them with death. Those were the only languages I’d ever been taught.And since killing him wasn’t an option right now, I reached for the other weapon in my arsenal.My bare feet carried me across the rug, avoiding the spreading dark po

"You have to believe me, Pakhan. Come on. You’ve known me over ten years. Ten fucking years of loyalty. I’ve bled for you, taken bullets, buried bodies—whatever you asked. She’s been here... what? Three weeks? A month tops? You really think I’d lie to your face after everything?"He sounded desperate and his voice cracked at the edges. I almost felt sorry for him.Almost.Dominic didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned those dark eyes on me. "What do you have to say for yourself, Raven?"I took a shaky step closer to him. Not too close—I didn’t want to look like I was trying to seduce my way out of this—but close enough that he could see the tears still shining on my cheeks. I made my voice small and cracked, the way people sound when they’re about to break."I’ve never lied to you," I said quietly. "Not once. Everything I’ve told you so far? It checked out, right? The brother, the college, the way I showed up here… all of it was real. I get it if you pick him. You’ve known him fo